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Saturday, May 25, 2013

Chapter Twenty-Four, Part One A Bit of Spice :)

The steam rising from the cappuccino
cupped between her hands eased her headache and she sensed her pores opening.
But nothing could erase that image of Dan crying all over his sister.

Laughter hobbled from the
television hanging above her head but none of the ER visitors chuckled along
with the stupid sit-com.They were too
busy coughing, sniffing, moaning in pain or soothing distraught babies.

But the time ticked
away.Occasionally she opened her
eyes.The corridor to the ER rooms
remained void of either Shields brother (and thank God their father, too), and
Alice's black boots stared mournfully, seeming to beg to Bekah to seek their
true owner- find out what mischief she'd gotten her scrawny butt into tonight.

Strange she hadn't even asked
for the boots she'd lent Bekah a couple of months ago. In fact, few phone calls
had passed between Bekah and her party-going friend during the last month and
the smaller girl kept knocking on Bekah's conscience.Aggression was Bekah's middle name when she
focused on what she wanted, so why hadn't she yanked Alice away from the
glittery, flame-filled fun she'd been engaging in for too long?

She certainly wasn't anything like Dan or Ryan.They incessantly sought the best for the people they loved. Ryan had offered
repeatedly to slam down a thousand dollars so she could move to an apartment far
from her nasty neighborhood and finish her senior year in a better school.

But Bekah wasn't having
it.Leaving Westview meant running from
her tormentors, both physical and mental, and she'd be damned if she'd give up
and run like a chicken.

Someone kicked a child's ball
softly toward an end table filled with magazines, one of which bore the Bimbo
of the Month upon its cover.Bekah had
grown weary of girlie magazines at a young age, having been clearly aware of
the publishers' scheming ways:"Thou must look like this, thou must look like that, or you're not
good enough. You're a nobody and no one will like you." Those were the
words that popped into her head every time she spotted store shelves sporting all sorts of cheerleader fodder.

Maybe Allie's problem had
been fed by those idiotic magazines.

Across from her, a thick hand
tugged at black dress pants and a man sat down in one of the burgundy, leather
seats.Remembering Oliver's black dress
suit, Bekah held her breath.However, spying a priest in that chair
relieved her fears that Oliver had joined her.

The priest nodded as he
rested his right ankle atop his left knee.A single, dark curl fell over his forehead in a very Superman-like
fashion and he owned marble blue eyes that raised the similarities between him
and the man of steel.

But he was different. Bekah squinted, realizing his familiarity aside from the
Supes resemblance.

"Hey there," he
said. "You look like you need a friend."

Was he serious?Yes, of course he was.He was a priest. It was his job to act like
he gave a crap and maybe, like Dan, he actually did.So the two of them could strike up a club
called, "Professional, GQ-ish Guys Who Really Give a Crap."

She mentally sighed.Never would she completely lose her cynicism.It seemed to be etched into her personality
just like good ole Tammy Faye's tattooed eyebrows.God rest her soul.

Realizing Father Superman was
still awaiting her reply, she cleared her throat. "I'm OK.Do you work or volunteer here?"

"No... I'm.... here
because of a friend." He cocked his head. "You looked rather lonely
and depressed, so I thought I'd join you."

"I'm fine." She
took a long swig of her sweet, warm drink and lowered it to her lap."And no offense, but I'm not
Catholic."

Something about the way he
smirked and shrugged seemed funny to her."That's fine by me."

He sniffed and pushed the
curl off of his forehead as he glanced over his shoulder, and then leaned
forward. "I'm surprised.Usually
people recognize me by now."

"Recognize....?"She set her Styrofoam cup on the table beside
her.

The whispers circulating around them partnered with his hint that she'd missed
an important detail.

"I wouldn't have said so
if the others hadn't begun talking." He blew out a steady breath.
"But not much I can do about it, short of plastic surgery."

Bekah felt as though she'd
just been raised on one of those high-rides at an amusement park and then
dropped on her freakin' head.Yes, that
was it!She should have recognized him,
he'd been on TV and Youtube so much that any girl her age would be an idiot not
to recognize him.

However, he'd vanished from the
scene suddenly over five years ago and...and she'd been too stressed mentally
to place him, but soon enough others were flocking to him for autographs. He
sat back with a resigned smile, signing various magazines, casts, other paraphernalia.One woman even had him sign the back of her
prescription!

Within five minutes, he'd
been completely surrounded and Bekah, the rockhead, sat there with lyrics to
one of his songs popping along inside of her:

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Snippets

“Calm down, things aren’t as bad as they seem.” Say that to yourself a hundred times over.

“They’re not? Because it seems pretty bad to me.” He pointed at the ceiling. “My sister’s up there in a coma and my dad won’t stop scheming.”

“He just wants me to help, that’s all.”

“And what did he offer in return for your help?”

“You think I’d take anything he offered just to help?” She snatched the business card back and slouched in her seat. “I wouldn’t, Dan,” she whispered and swallowed the lump in her throat. What was she supposed to say now?

“How does he want you to help?”

She shrugged. “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Teacher. I don’t think I need to tell you everything because you’ll find out soon enough.”

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Not only do I love to write, but I am a stay-at-home mother of three- well, an eight-year-old, a six-year-old and one due on Sept. 1.
I am a believer in Jesus Christ, and my stories will reflect that, but hopefully without being overly preachy. Please enjoy reading. :)